Let's start with the introductions: meet Atticus and Rhett, our new identical twins. Though they don't look particularly identical to me, but...whatever. They don't really cry, they sleep pretty much all the time. They are pretty cool cats. There isn't really anything else noteworthy to say. You know. They're babies. Doing baby-tastic things.
Sooo the book! Please forgive me if my thoughts on The Woman in White are a bit jumbled. I failed to finish it before my c-section, and just picked it back up a few days ago once we had settled down a bit at home. It's a little hard to think about it without bringing up a well of emotive memories centered around a big life change. My brain kinda goes "Oh, THAT book. That's the book you were reading when you GAVE BIRTH OH MY LORDY ISN'T THAT FREAKIN' WEIRD?!" And yes. It is freakin' weird.
With that said, I will tell you that I thoroughly enjoyed the book. It's a campy gothic mystery, a combination of the best and most sensational of Victorian literature and Agatha Christie's most sordid murders. There's love, betrayal, a mad house, mistaken identities, Central American escapes from death, spies, fat Italian counts- everything you could possibly want! And despite its length, the book is a breezy, quick read. It's kind of like cheating- it's a classic and it's long and Victorian, but pretty thoughtless. Also, the author's name is Wilkie. WILKIE. Tee hee hee.
I'm not going to go into plot description because it's a pretty twisted and complicated deal. Suffice it to say, a drawing master falls in love with an engaged girl and them some sh*t goes down. The engaged girl is fairly annoying in a perfect-Victorian-woman-written-by-a-man sort of way. She cries a great deal and is as innocent and pure as...well. Bleh, she's boring. But her SISTER is super-awesome. She's a strong, witty character with a great sense of humor and a feisty temper. So read it when you're brain is burned out from your more high-brow endeavors.
Four stars out of your mom.